If you don’t follow football, turn away now. What follows will be unashamedly some ill informed and petty views of Scotland’s European journey. It will in no way be anything like the previous two posts in which I was a bit of a moany wee bitch.
When we qualified for the euros I, along with the rest of the country, hit party mode. After the year it’s been such a release of collective joy for everyone.
Although we got here not many really believed we would get anywhere in it. When we drew0-0 with England, a team filled with players worth millions, it felt like we had won infact we really should have. Every player on the park stood and put on a performance to make everyone proud. Seeing, and hearing, the England supporters turn on their own team was an utter joy as was the look on the pundits faces.
Now with one more game to go against Croatia we are on the brink of making history and if we do qualify for the next round there is a good chance I may break my semi-T-totality. To be fair I reckon you could possibly just right the whole of Scotland off for a couple of days.
Though in fairness I have followed Scotland long enough to know how this story ends. But still live in hope.
